I dropped Pedro off at the dealership. Francesco, a very handsome young man, took down some details. Passport photographed, address in Sicily, home address, telephone number, email address and then ...
The day started well. We decided on a giro of Etna. We climbed for about an hour. Then the mist cleared and we started to go through pretty towns north ...
Met Brendon on the short hop ferry from Reggio to Messina. He was from Brighton and travelling on his motorbike. His neighbours were completely redoing their house so they asked ...
Last night, sleeping with the doors open. A spectacular lightning show out to sea. Later, a cloudburst and a massive drenching. Rain pouring off the cliffs like a waterfall. Exciting ...
It’s never a good idea to arrive anywhere on a Sunday. Especially in a Catholic country. The world and his wife were out and about in the beautiful little town ...
Last night, a new entertainment to add to the variety of bathroom experiences. Flushing the loo, I pushed the cistern, which was not attached to the wall, backwards. I didn’t ...
Next morning, overcast and with rain out to sea. Oh no, we don’t like that. Walked around the village. Lots of elegant and very well maintained houses. Beautiful stone roofs ...
I schlepped downwards towards the church to find Pedro. Unlike Edward Lear’s Pobble I did have toes and was thankful that they were – more or less – all in ...
